Fun Up North - The Run Down

So it's been a while since I posted. I have been busy and lazy. Apologies for fans of my work, ahem.

The August 3rd weekend was spent 400km (index finger pointing) that way in Kuala Lumpur. Organised to celebrate the joy of friendship across employers, we, all 13 of us, packed ourselves into a Nice bus and were soon on the way up. I got the odd seat, at the back, with 3 strangers. It is was not so nice.

Anyway, we arrived at Concorde Hotel at about 1am and were not allowed to sleep. In fact, the trip officer, Ms Lah Moh, took us for a walk to Lor Alor to eat. We walked through the streets like an army lost but hungry. We eventually turned up at Wong Ah Wah, home of amazing barbequed chicken wings and other delights. Supper was now a feast. Burp. Some of us chose to walk the 1-2km back to the hotel, mostly to walk off the recent input and take pictures.

The next day started with breakfast at the hotel. Aiyaiyai, don't you just love Asian hotels which provide a fantastic spread of anything and everything. Ate like a piglet before volunteering to be part of the car crew (KLians with vehicular access and could drive in this city without ending up near Melaka). We returned to the hotel to join the rest at a dimsum lunch at the hotel. Yums, though a tad salty and I didn't have my mango pudding (yes, sacrilegious I know) with expensive fruit juice.

We drove off to One Utama next, megamart of dreams. I bought t-shirts from Factory Outlet and shared ice-cream from Baskin Robbins. The girls got shoes while the men trailed behind. I shared a slice of Strawberry Shortcake from Bakerzin in the car on the way back. After dropping off stuff at the hotel, a toilet break and bit of TV, we took the monorail to Sungai Wang to feast on KFC and shop some more. There was a lot of walking through Bukit Bintang before we ended up at Oversea Restaurant at Jalan Imbi to feast some more. My god, the charsiew. There was pork and saltfish in a claypot to relish, and mutant prawns to munch on.

Hard Rock Cafe was the late night activity. Easy because it was attached to the Concorde. The band was good and came on 3-4 times that night but the people were tired. Little by little, we dozed off back to our beds as the final few saw the glasses kept away and shutters drawn at about 4am.



The next morning began once more with carbo-loading at the hotel breakfast. We checked out and scooted off to KLCC to take pictures, buy more things and eat. Madam Kwan's was it and the Nasi Lemak was a hit. Plus the desserts and the sambals. The curry laksa sucked big time man.

We took too long at the Twin Towers and almost missed our bus ride back. It was an F1 race through the streets, screaming at buses and distracted drivers (no, one driver in particular, haha) to reach the KTM stesen. Nice once again back home. I slept like a log, waking only at Pagoh and seconds before we hit Gelang Patah immigration to the monotonous voice over the coach PA system. Crossing over was a breeze and soon we were having the close-of-event dinner at the Prata Cafe, Evans Road.

Good. The next trip is in the works already.